The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 299

McNeil had all the trappings of old money—a privileged, aristocratic air beneath the polished veneer of a trust fund heir. The first time Victoria laid eyes on him, she was utterly captivated.

"Go upstairs and change. We're having dinner at Granddad's tonight. If he sees you dressed like this, he won't be pleased."

Victoria smirked inwardly.

So much for the "just the three of us going out to dinner" he'd promised. Turned

out, they were heading back to the old family estate to see the patriarch.

No wonder McNeil hadn't cut her loose yet-she was still useful to him.

"Alright."

She didn't argue, just made her way to the room she hadn't set foot in for ages. The moment she habitually flung open the closet doors, Victoria was stunned.

Her clothes-all of them were neatly arranged inside. Same sizes, same styles, nothing missing, not even a single piece of lingerie. It was as if she'd never left at all.

But she vividly remembered packing every last item when she walked out the door.

Back then, McNeil's things were the only ones left behind.

Now, both their clothes had found their way back to their places, side by side.

out a dress that fit her perfectly. Except for the faint scent of newness, everything

mirror. The woman staring back was the same one who,

something different in her eyes-a glint that

drifted to the nightstand, where she spotted a fountain

She walked over.

would vanish completely after half an hour. Gwyneth must have left it here the last time she was playing in the room. Victoria

floor-to-ceiling windows, lost in thought, cigarette smoldering between his lips and one hand tucked into

He turned just as she began her descent down the spiral staircase, moving

strands framing her face. Pearl earrings adorned her ears, catching the light, while her bright eyes seemed

elegant in a knitted dress, the soft fabric tracing every curve and rippling

woman of depth and allure. Yet time had left no trace of weariness

stunning than she'd been years

his lips before he

end landed on his hand, and the sting

out on the carpet with his shoe. "We'll need a

final stair. Victoria

Turners had gathered in the old chapel. McNeil had taken

Langford, you look

squeeze, he pulled her

simply never noticed?" Every piece in that closet had been carefully chosen by her. She'd bought them only because, back when they were dating, McNeil had said he liked women who dressed elegantly-hair up, long